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Arriving in New York, he went to his boarding house for breakfast, and
then hurried down to the office. It was not until ten o'clock that John
Garwell appeared.

"Did you get the papers from Mr. Sampson?" was his employer's first
question.

"Yes, sir."

"And fix up those matters at Springfield, too?"

"Yes, Mr. Garwell, and I did some other things, too," added Nat. "I had
that rascal, Hamilton Dart, alias Nick Smithers, arrested."

"Is it possible! Tell me the particulars," and Nat did so. "We must do
what we can to get your money back. This chap may have some property
somewhere."

"Well, even if I don't get the money back, it's a satisfaction to put
him where he belongs," said our hero.

"Perhaps you'll not be so anxious to get that hundred dollars after
you've heard what I have to tell, Nat," went on John Garwell, with a
quiet smile.

"What have you to tell, Mr. Garwell?"

"It's about that property in which your grandfather and your father were
interested."

"Is there a share coming to me?"

"Yes."

"What is it worth?"

"That remains to be learned. The hotel folks want all that tract of
land, as I told you. I shall advise you to hold out for sixty thousand
dollars."

"Sixty thousand dollars!" gasped Nat, thinking he had not heard aright.

"Yes."

"Do you mean to say that you think my share in that property is worth
sixty thousand dollars?"

"Either that or pretty close to it. I would not take a cent less than
fifty-five thousand dollars."

"It's a--a fortune!"

"It certainly is a neat sum of money for any lad to fall heir to. I
trust, if you do get it, that you invest it wisely."

"I'll do my best to do that, Mr. Garwell. But this--stumps me! Sixty
thousand dollars! What will Uncle Abner say when he hears of it!"

"I'm afraid he will be a bit jealous. I'm jealous myself," added the
real estate broker, with a twinkle in his eye.

"I know you are not," answered Nat, honestly. "Just the same, sir, if I
get that money, you are going to have your full share for helping me get
it."

"Well, I shan't object to my regular commission."

"And you are going to have more," added Nat, firmly.

"The way matters have turned out will make that Shanley of Brooklyn
sick," continued John Garwell. "And it will make Rufus Cameron sick,
too. The business will be transacted entirely through me, and they will
not get a cent in commissions."

"Well, I'm glad to get back at Rufus Cameron," answered Nat.